patience payroll .

high off of life .
equipped with a knife ,
& i just cut through my stagnation, pain & strife .

tasting the sun, sucking on wind , sipping on the moon .
floating up with passion like it's a helium balloon .
singing my song - an often 'misconstrued' tune .

you say i'm your trashed-treasure, a satin soft D R E AM ;everything that glitters isnt gold - but some is exactly what it seems .

there's a lot left to give , lucky man .
i'm back from hiatus, welcome to your promise land
you begged for me to " see the light" ... welp , now i CAN ♥ .

thank you